Most people's mother's would leave cookies on the table before they head off for a long weekend... not my mom. She leaves leaves BUGS on the kitchen counter! To clarify they were fly larva to be put out in the horse pasture to kill our flies. And yes most daughters would probably be disgusted by finding live bugs on their kitchen counter, but not me! I wouldn't change her out for ANY mother in the world! In fact if someone lined up every eligible mother in the world I'd still choose her!
A week ago my mom moved in with my family. She actually owns the house we live in and we are in the process of moving out. It has been a nice overlap and am looking forward to a few more weeks of combined household bliss:)
Over this past week we've already had our share of adventures...
My mom and I decided to head into the local small town to look around one morning. We had fun walking around and realized it was getting close to lunch time. My mom offered to take us out to eat. Not quite grasping that taking two kids out to eat is not always a walk in the park:) Yes both kids did do fairly well all in all but it wasn't the treat she was hoping for.
Next on our adventure that morning was the grain store. On the way my darling daughter had to use the potty. We pulled off and I pulled out her amazing potty seat for the car. I placed said potty seat on the console of the truck (think arm rest). It has a nice indent area and fits the potty seat nicely. Unfortunately I only had one grocery bag in the car (the potty seat uses grocery bags) and most times I try to use at least two. Mom was already laughing before we even realized that this particular bag did indeed have a hole in it and thank goodness had just filled up console and not gotten anywhere else. However as I'm trying to clean up and pull up my daughter's pants and get her back in her car seat my mom is laughing so hard she's crying. I mean I'd lost her into a fit of hysteria!
That afternoon after the kids decided naps were optional we decided to go for a walk in my double stroller and mom decided to bring along her dog. Refusing to bring a leash, since the dog is so well behaved, we took off along the road. For some reason there were a TON of cars on the road that day and Poppy (mom's dog) had a little trouble staying close at all times. I'd like to mention that the road we were on is dirt and not very busy most days. The next thing we knew it seemed like a funeral procession of like 5 trucks drove towards us down the road followed by a police car. After holding Poppy while they passed we continued down our journey.
On our way back home we ran into all of those trucks parked on the side of the road. We tried to wait them out by letting Poppy go down to the river and get a drink but after a few minutes we didn't have much of a choice and had to pass them. On my double stroller I have a Velcro strap for jogging and decided to use it to tie Poppy to the stroller while we walked past this strange group. As we were walking past Poppy decided she wanted to go for a ride and pulled against the strap which gave way and jumped into one of the open trucks, muddy paws and all. Then if that was not bad enough wouldn't come out when mom called her and tried to get her. Instead she jumped into the BACK seat on top of papers and documents. Then when the guys opened up the back door she jumped into the front seat again. Yes after more than a few minutes she gave up the fight but not after leaving her paw prints everywhere. The guys were GREAT thank goodness.
My husband and I are currently staying in our bonus room. This is actually quite a nice room but not really a bedroom and was formally used as a guest/cat room. It is located off of the bathroom upstairs which is nice because the kids rooms are upstairs as well. The other day I shut the door to it since we were having someone come look at the house and didn't particularly want them to see the room, long story. I would like to insert that both mom and I were running late. My mom was heading to a conference and the kids and I were on our way to a play date. As we were running around I asked my mom to open the door to make sure no cats were locked inside. She tried and called down the stairs that it was LOCKED. This was not acceptable in my mind so I just informed her that no it was not and she needed to pull harder. You see sometimes in times of stress I can get a little bossy and controlling... OK so the controlling part is most all times but still. Alas as I charged up the stairs to "show" my mom how to open the door I learned that it was in fact LOCKED. Yes one of my lovely children must have turned the lock. Now why does a door have a lock that is NOT a bedroom you might ask... yes so did we. The good part is that the door had a key. However, we had NO idea where the key was located. As mom ran downstairs to search the "junk" drawer I proceeded to work with a screwdriver and pliers (I think my husband packed the hammer). My plan was to remove the door from the hinges. Yes not a great plan, but it was becoming even more apparent that Yes a cat was locked in the room.
My mom did produce a key but it wouldn't turn the knob:( Back at it I went with a screwdriver with both kids playing in the bathroom. I FINALLY was able to push the door clicker thingy and got the door to open since I couldn't remove the hinges. All ended fine but was quite a fiasco in the moment. And I'd like to mention that just before this incident my lovely daughter had pinced her finger in the pantry door:( Both of us were a little late to our respective appointments but the cat was free:)
